Sunlight shone on her focused profile, serene and beautiful.
Zhang Mingyuan practically ran in, his forehead covered in sweat and his breath slightly ragged.
He didn't bother with formalities, and directly spread the roll of "Dongfeng-7" wing blueprints on the stone table, and then pressed the report full of failure records next to it.
"Comrade Mingzhao! Excuse me for disturbing you! The situation is urgent!"
Zhang Mingyuan spoke quickly and urgently, with the straightforwardness characteristic of a soldier, "Look at this! This is the wing design drawing of the new fighter jet 'Dongfeng-7' that we are currently developing!"
He pointed to several key parts on the blueprints and explained rapidly, “Here! And here! We’ve encountered almost the same problems as when the Red Star Factory manufactured your blueprints! The design concept is fine, but the existing materials don’t meet the strength requirements! The processing precision is also insufficient! We’ve tried every possible alternative and compromise, but all have failed! Either the performance is greatly reduced, or the weight exceeds the limit, affecting mobility! The project is seriously behind schedule!”
Zhang Mingyuan's gaze was fixed on Mingzhao, filled with anxiety and a desperate, almost reckless, expectation: "Comrade Mingzhao! I know this is presumptuous and difficult! But... do you have any ideas? Even just a little bit of a plan? Or... or could you see if, with our current, very, very backward industrial base, it's possible... to build a wing that barely meets the minimum flight safety requirements? It doesn't need to meet the 'basic requirements' on your blueprints, as long as... as long as it can fly and doesn't cause any accidents!"
He lowered his stance to the lowest possible level, even with a hint of humble pleading.
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